With Lu Ran's actual cultivation level, in addition to being greatly shocked by the scene before him, he also had a lot of incomprehension.
The first one who doesn’t understand is that the Empress Huantian is said to be the most powerful of the Ten Heavenly Lords of the Huanjiao, but why was she defeated by the masked young man?
They are both immortals, so how can the gap be so huge?
The second thing I don’t understand is where does the “power of pattern” in Huaihuang’s words come from? And how does it work? And these immortals don't seem to have the strength to fight the masked man, so why are they wasting their lives in vain?
The third incomprehension is based on the first two. As he has always thought, many of his incomprehensions about this immortal world often come from his own lack. Until today, he came to this place that is related to the survival of millions of lives. Even in a dangerous situation, he remains a layman.
But why did such a thing happen today when he had stepped into the door of formal practice?
Could it be that this is also because he is the "destined person" of Lao Shizi?
Lu Ran's heart was filled with endless confusion. There was a voice in his heart that kept asking questions, looking for answers everywhere.
After biting his tongue hard, the man stopped for a moment. Lu Ran took the opportunity to look to the left.
There are currently eleven people in the Immortal camp that lost Empress Huantian. Facing the death of Empress Huantian, the eleven people were not surprised or afraid. On the contrary, their eyes were burning with fire, and they were very important. The tragic feeling of "fighting side by side until the last man standing".
Their leader, Huaihuang, still looked the same as when he first saw him at the second-hand market. He had droopy eyes and was ordinary, which meant he looked a little gentler and kinder than the average old man.
But in terms of might and momentum, he may not be as good as his grandfather.
But he was half a body ahead of everyone, standing firmly in front, straightening his back like a javelin, and looking towards the opposite side like an arrow. This kind of leadership was that of Grandpa. Not on my body.
Lu Ran felt pity and wanted to say something to him, but the voice in his heart appeared again, shouting "look to the right" and "look to the right", so Lu Ran turned his head again and looked to the right.
On the right side of the throne and behind the throne are seven people.
Different from the atmosphere of common hatred among the immortals on the left, the expressions on the faces of these seven true immortals of the Huanjiao are different.
Taoist Heitian was smiling, and his two thin lips were slightly raised like two scimitars. This moment made people shudder.
Qianshui Zhenjun kept his eyes half-closed, and he was also smiling, but it was a contemptuous and arrogant smile. He did not take the person in front of him seriously at all.
The muscles of Sanyin Tianjun's face kept trembling, and his two red eyes were rolling in their sockets. He was breathing heavily from his nose, like an angry old ox.
Jiuyi Tianjun was hanging cross-legged in the air, shaking his head, looking left and right, with his usual innocent face. When he saw Lu Ran looking at her, he gave him a big blowing kiss, and a pink heart-shaped bubble flew three steps in front of Lu Ran's eyes. The air on the left and right shattered.
Insightful Tianjun still looks as sickly as ever, with his head tilted and his chin resting on one hand, feeling drowsy.
Although the historian had a trace of worry on his face, it was only a trace of it. More of it, he was still excited.
The excitement of being about to witness “something big.”
In short, although these six people have different expressions, they all have almost the same attitude.
That was an attitude that Lu Ran was extremely familiar with.
contempt.
These six people, without exception, all looked down upon the eleven people on the opposite side.
That kind of contempt from above.
Like a beast versus its prey.
Human beings are indifferent.
And the reason why they are like this may not be because they feel that they have crushed each other with strength, but simply because there is someone sitting in front of them at this time.
The seventh man wearing a mask.
That is a person who is invisible and has no expression.
Lu Ran also didn't understand this "religious master" very much.
He was obviously the young man he met in "Little Immortal" a few days ago, but how could he put on a mask and become the leader of the Huan Cult?
Or is this black iron mask the true form of the leader, and the young man is just a shell?
But his feeling of making people tremble all over just by looking at him, and causing his thoughts to become confused when he thinks about it, is indeed somewhat similar to the "Princess Tianjue" he met before.
Looking at these two colleagues, Lu Ran had an "out of body" feeling.
What kind of magical power is this?
What magic weapon was used?
What kind of elixir are you taking?
What kind of magic was used?
Or is that an illusion? An illusion that cannot be broken by oneself.
The more Lu Ran thought about it, the more confused he became, as if he was walking on a road that connected end to end, and was stuck in a loop.
In a ring.
Lu Ran looked down and saw a ring on his chest.
The ring of the ring.
The owner of the voice in his heart finally showed his true appearance.
Lu Ran was shocked.
That person actually looked exactly like me, or in other words, he was another me, wearing exactly the same clothes as me, with the same fire in his eyes.
The man was sweating profusely as he walked in the ring, walking faster and faster, going round and round.
There was no way to find the exit.
Lu Ran was angry and distressed, and wanted to tell him to stop, but suddenly he heard the masked man on the throne say: "What about you, Lu Ran, as the only winner of this round-the-world festival, you Which side do you think you should be on?"
Lu Ran, who was in the ring in Lu Ran's heart, stopped.
His answer was - of course I should stand behind you.
——Of course I should stand behind you, the Reverend Master.
Lu Ran frowned, but he didn't answer.
He just lifted up the thick spacesuit gloves and hit his helmet hard once, twice, three times...
The Lu Ran in his heart, although he was still in the ring, was already shut up by the huge shaking. He was thrown to the ground and raised his head to look at himself coldly.
"I..." Lu Ran said with difficulty, "I want to think about it again, consider..."
In fact, he had already started thinking about which way to take this step.
To the left or to the right.
The immortals on the left were actually not familiar with him, but Lu Ran felt that they were all good people, close to him, and of the same kind to him.
At the same time, they also represent justice.
Those Huanjiao immortals on the right may not be completely evil. Sometimes they are just a manifestation of this cruel world. At the same time, they represent power. If you want to eliminate this cruelty, you must rely on, utilize or digest these powers.
To the left is a dead end.
On the right, there are still endless possibilities.
"Is this choice difficult?"
Lu Ran in the ring was extremely angry and shouted at him again.
This choice is certainly not difficult.
But that's for ordinary people.
I, Lu Ran, am not an ordinary person.
At least after Shuilaoguan decided to die, he was no longer an ordinary person.
If you are to return to the world, you must choose to fight side by side with the immortal.
If it were Yang Ya, he would definitely stand on the side of the sect and put an end to the rebellion.
And I am Lu Ran, and I don’t choose either side.
I won't make any more unnecessary sacrifices.
Lu Ran did something that everyone in the room didn't expect.
He took off his helmet, then looked steadily at the masked man on the throne, and at the black iron mask.
Chaos and despair were like sharp knives, slicing his head open.
He felt that a soul flew out of it.
The Lu Ran in the ring that he didn't like flew out happily.
But as soon as he came outside the body and encountered the powder after the explosion of the Fallen Immortal Flower, he immediately withered and shrank into a ball.
Soon, he died completely.
"I don't choose either side, and I don't want to help either side. I'm just like him, sitting here watching the show."
Lu Ran gritted his teeth and endured the headache he had never felt before, pointed at the historian Qu Fang, and then sat down on the spot.
